Monday, July 14, 2014

Hot And Hotter

I'm known as a stickler when it comes to the news. 

So make certain you have your facts straight and up to date when you shoot information out to the public. 

It's not that I'm trying to be difficult or the ass of the day. Far from it. I just feel if you're serving the general public you have a duty in getting the information you report correct. The reasoning behind that speaks for itself: You're more likely to be thought of as reliable, timely and believable. 

Even if it's nothing more than a 3° differential.

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP mistaking 2 digits for 3 digits )

Friday, July 11, 2014

Euphemisms Are Us

I'm skeptical so I call "euphemism" ...

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP bouncing )

Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Passing Of Calvin And Hobbes

When Bill Watterson's Calvin & Hobbes came out in the mid-1980s, I immediately gravitated to it. Watterson's artwork conveyed rhyme and reason and enjoyment throughout the 10 year run of the strip.

It was with great sadness I saw the strip end 10 years later. It was a daily joy to pick up my beloved Los Angeles Times each day and head for the comics section of the paper to see what Calvin was up to, what trouble he got him self in.

I was especially pleased when my favorite characters were present in the strip: hordes of snowmen - sometimes marauding, sometimes decapitated, sometimes menacing, always hilarious - and Moe, the schoolyard bully who always had it out for Calvin. And Spaceman Spiff ... who didn't want to be Spaceman Spiff ... ?!?

There have been hundreds of well-written articles on the characters and the strip. Quite a few accolades. Discussions and analysis and documentaries all dissecting what made the comic readable, funny, touching. Calvin and Hobbes was like no other strip before it and there hasn't been one like it since.

And then this piece came out a few days ago. Reading it, it brought tears to my eyes, not only because of its content, but also in remembrance of all those strips that came rushing back, strips which will forever be engrained in my mind and loved for the lessons and humor they taught. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?"

In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes, God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, "Did ... did you ... find him?"

"Yes dear," Susie said smiling sadly, "He was in the attic."

Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.

"I washed him for you," Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.

"Thank you, Susie." Calvin said.

A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.

"Dear," Calvin said finally. "Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him."

"All right," Susie said. "I'll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I'll be back soon."

Susie kissed her husband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you," he said.

"And I love you," said Susie.

Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door. Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. "Hello Hobbes. It's been a long time hasn't it old pal?"

Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. "It sure has, Calvin." said Hobbes.

"You haven't changed a bit." Calvin smiled.

"You've changed a lot." Hobbes said sadly.

Calvin laughed, "Really? I haven't noticed at all."

There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room.

"So ... you married Susie Derkins." Hobbes said, finally smiling. "I knew you always liked her."

"Shut up!" Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever.

"Tell me everything I missed. I'd love to hear what you've been up to!" Hobbes said, excited.

And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grandkids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause.

"You know ... I visited you in the attic a bunch of times." Calvin said.

"I know."

"But I couldn't see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal." Calvin's voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes.

"You grew up old buddy." said Hobbes.

Calvin broke down ad sobbed, hugging his best friend. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn't grow up and that we'd be together forever!!"

Hobbes stroked Calvin's hair or what little was left of it. "But you didn't."

"What do you mean?"

"We were always together ... in our dreams."

"We were?"

"We were."


"Yeah, old buddy?"

"I'm so glad I got to see you like this ... one last time ..."

"Me too, Calvin. Me too."

"Sweetheart?" Susie's voice came from outside the door.

"Yes dear?" Calvin replied.

"Can I come in?" Susie asked.

"Just a minute."

Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time. "Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks ... for everything ..."

"No, thank you Calvin." Hobbes said.

Calvin turned back to the door and said "You can come in now." Susie came in and said "Look who's come to visit you."

Calvin's children and grandchildren followed Susie into Calvin's room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. "Grandpa!!" screamed the child in delight.

"Francis!" cried Calvin's daughter, "Be gentle with your grandfather."

Calvin's daughter turned to her dad. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories."

Calvin laughed and said, "Well now! that sounds just like me when I was his age."

Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, "Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up."

Calvin's beloved family said good bye and promised to visit tomorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, "Francis. Come here for a second."

Francis came over to his grandfather's side, "What is it Gramps?"

Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago. "This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him."

"He's just a stuffed tiger." Francis said, eyebrows raised.

Calvin laughed. "Well, let me tell you a secret." Francis leaned closer to Calvin. Calvin whispered, "If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait he will turn into a real tiger."

Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, "Not only that he will be your best friend forever."

"Wow! Thanks grandpa!" Francis said, hugging his grandpa tightly again.

"Francis! We need to go now!" Calvin's daughter called.

"Okay!" Francis shouted back.

"Take good care of him." Calvin said.

"I will." Francis said before running off after the rest of the family.

Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that.

His eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside.

"I'll take care of him, Calvin ..."

Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last with a grin on his face.

- tickled

Sunday, July 6, 2014


Here's a fundamental truth:

"You've got to give a little to get a little."

It doesn't matter who you are. It doesn't matter your background. It doesn't matter where you live. It doesn't matter your station in life. Black or white, short or tall, male or female ... it works across the board.

"I earned my vacuuming badge today."

"Why do men always want points or badges for housework? My husband always wants some kind of bonus points!"

"Same reason women want acknowledgement from men when they talk to us about things they already know the answer to ..."

"Seriously? If I asked for points for everything I did I would always be asking for points. I ripped the entire living room apart, edged everything and kicked the living crap out of it. And I cleaned the vacuum out before I did it because that rarely seems to get done. If there was a Boy Scout badge for that chore I would have earned it today."
"The fact of the matter is: Everyone wants acknowledgment in some way, shape or form. Question why someone wants it and you doom the person from doing it again for you. Accept it, acknowledge it with a little pat on the back (verbally or in badge form) and be on your way. Look at it this way: You win, no matter what."

.......... Ruprecht ( won't STOP earning points, either )
Acknowledgments to Mr. Bailey

Saturday, July 5, 2014


I'm lost. Care to help me out here?

< rant >

Just when did the terms 'Murica and 'Merica become acceptable uses for "America" ... ??? 

Last time I checked (and that was just a few moments ago) America is still "America." Somewhere along the line it got shortened. Short shrifted.

I don't care who you are: If you live here it should be spelled properly when used: "America." Or "The United States Of America." An acceptable abbreviation is "USA" or "U.S.A." 

It's a matter of respect.

It's like the word "cop." I know it's a shortened form of the word "copper," probably derived from "to cop" meaning "to seize or capture" (and, erroneously "constable on patrol" - did you know that?) but I don't use the term. In my eyes it's just this side of disrespectful. They're "police" or "police officers" not "cops." They've earned the title.

America? America is America. Nothing less. 

It's definitely earned the respect.

< /rant >

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP using disrespectful terms for "America" )

Friday, July 4, 2014

Happy 4th Of July

Not only beware of danger but let's be aware of it, too. 

Happy Independence Day. And boom.

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

Thursday, July 3, 2014

And Now? The Time Has Come ...

Update: On Tuesday, August 26th, 2014, I successfully imported all previous posts at Rupe's Value Added Services to the Redux site without that annoying "surreal.cgi" bug that kept popping up over there. Everything over there is now up and running on Redux.

.......... Ruprecht

This is the final entry for this blog.


Because I'm now at Rupe's Value Added Services ... Redux.

"Well ... that kind of tells me why ... but not really, if you know what I mean ..."

You're right.

So go read the initial posting over there and your question will be answered, already.

.......... Ruprecht  ( STOPped putting new entries here. You know why if you followed directions )

surreal.cgi My Ass

That image above?

It's a screenshot of the pain in the ass "bug" that pops up every time I open my Rupe's Value Added Services blog. (You could comically comment it's one of the "value added services" I get.)

Well, I'm tired of it.

I'm tired of it popping up, I'm tired of having to cancel the damned thing out each time it rears its ugly little head. It's some sort of none-invasive glitch that has set up a comfortable home over there and it's decided it's not going anywhere while all comfy and cozy. I've been messing about for ages trying to find out how to eliminate it and I haven't come up with a way to do so. 

It hasn't done any harm. It's simply annoying. Several visitors to that blog have noticed it appears, but only on occasion. It hasn't done anything to them, either, outside of be annoying. And it only shows up sporadically.

My solution? I've transferred to a "redux" version of the blog at a new address (you're here right now!) and put the word out of the new digs. No, I'm not going to switch the 300+ blogs I have at Rupe's Value Added Services to this one, but I did add a link at the right so anyone curious can access all those little gems as they see fit.

So here you are, at the new Redux of the blog. Please continue to enjoy and comment and share and call me on stuff.

.......... Ruprecht ( came up with a solution to STOP "surreal.cgi" ... and now you're reading it )